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Wish we could play around with fonts on here, original poem format looks different.
I don't bite...
I don't even bark.
No bite, no bark, nothing.
Being tired tires you.
I got nothing to bite.
Exam week. Ugh.
speak or write or walk or kneel
they will never learn
silence is not made of steel
silence can be burned
falling to bits is natural
so why hide it
we all meet there in the end
you wanted to do the right thing
and in the doing
you became a welcome stranger to some
and a figure of contradiction to others.
I don't want a secondhand love,
a hand me down of yesterday's dreams.
I want a firsthand love,
one with whom I can make my dreams.
The love I search for is deep and long
an ocean deep and long as the sky.
The love I long for is more than just strong,
it's one that will last 'til the time that I die.
Hope has seen me through this time,
when I wished for heaven above,
for lack of a priceless love. But now I'm
shot through by your timeless love.
All poems are copy written and sole property of Vicki Kralapp.
You held my hand today
I'll spend the rest of the week
Thinking of everything it could mean
Whatever I do,
Whatever I say,
Whatever I think,
I'm not the sun, I'm not the moon,
I'm not the reflection in the lake.
I'm not the stem, I'm not the root,
I'm not the flower it bores with fate.
I'm different from the sky,
I'm different from the ground,
I'm different from the silence and
I'm different from the loud.
In my works,
In my words,
In my actions,
It's all different.
Life is a river.
Music is its flow.
I enjoy its melodies.
This life river takes turns,
Scenes change on both its banks,
Sometimes they are colorful and bright,
Sometimes they are gloomy and grey.
But I will trust it and flow with it,
enjoying all its scenes,
for I know in my heart, that,
all of it is just a play,
just a play,
And this harmony,
is what is true...
© Manan sheel.